They call to me,
The waves,
As they beat on the shoreline.
Heavy and relentless,
Much like the beating of my heart.
Pounding.

Are they angry?
Have they felt desperation for the shore as they crossed an endless sea?
Do they long for the open waters as they climb back into the ocean?
Are these waves as uncertain of their place as I?

I understand the longing to feel the sand and chase the shore.
To struggle against all that presses and weighs down the soul.
I know the desire to break free,
If even for a moment,
And slam into the shore.
Heaving the immense weight of the world over my shoulders,
And dragging it beaten into the light.